Loki gasped when Njord spoke his harsh words, and countered what he had told him, saying it was Loki who slipped and fell overboard. He could not believe how angry the sea captain was with him. Why could he not show him some respect, why did he hate him so much.
“Perhaps you should have then, Captain Njord,” he retorted, as he raised his chin in defiance and glared at the captain. “Since I seem to be nothing but a burden to you. Is this how you treat your own son? I think not! Why can you not show me some respect, if you ask for it in return,” he sassed back, and once again knew he was stepping over the line, but he could not help himself, he was a Prince, and he deserved better treatment. Still, he knew that he would be in so much trouble, but he could not control his own anger, at the way the man was treating him.
Loki chuckled at his triumph when he kicked at Njord and he stumbled and fell. He really did not kick him that hard, but he supposed because they were on a ship, that it rocked on the rough seas. He was about to sass the captain back, but then he yelped and cried out when the man suddenly regained his balance and reached for him, threatening to beat some sense into his thick head.
He cried out when Njord grabbed at his leg, and pulled him up off the bed, then kicked him so hard in his chest he gasped and lost his breath. He held onto his chest and sobbed and found he could not breathe properly, for he had bruised his sternum with the hard kick from his boot.
“Why - must you - beat me - Ow. I cannot - breathe - you insane brute. Oh-Ow! Take your hands off me you animal!” he screamed in pain when his head hit the wall hard. “You are hurting - me - please stop,” he sobbed, and held onto his head with his right hand, which came away with a lot of blood.
Loki could not see straight now, as his vision blurred, and his chest was throbbing from the kick the sea captain had given to him, along with the hard hit on the back of his head. He sobbed harder and curled his body into a small ball when he mocked him for wanting to see his Mother.
“I hate you! You are a brute and a bully, even worse than my Father, Odin!” he wailed, as he glared up at him when he called him a filthy mutt. “I am no such thing! I am a Prince, and you are just a sad old man on his ship of maggots!” he countered, and once again knew he was going to be beaten for his harsh words, but he did not care, he was in pain and bruised and bleeding now.
Loki just smirked at Njord when he spoke of breeding his daughter, oh, he knew it was wrong and so disrespectful, but he was not showing him any sign of respect, so why should he give him any in return. He cried out yet again, though, when the captain stalked toward him and grabbed him by his throat. He gasped for air and clawed at the man’s hands, as he legs flailed below him, and he tried to get the mad sea captain off him.
“Let - go - of me. I cannot - breathe. Please - let me be-” he gasped out his words, as he tried to hit the captain in his chest to get him off him, but the man was just too strong for him, and he felt his life slipping away from him. His vision clouded and his body stopped flailing, as he blinked his eyes and wanted nothing more than to fall into the welcomed blackness of either death or sleep - whichever the Norns brought to him. At least it would get him away from this angry sea captain.
Loki was just about to pass out, but then he felt searing pain on his face when Njord suddenly punched him hard - on his right cheekbone, he sent him flying over the edge of the bed, where he landed in a heap on the floor, his lip split and bleeding, his chest burning with searing pain, his head bleeding from the hit to the back of his cranium, and now, his cheek burned and started to form an angry bruise.
He lay on the floor panting and gasping and spluttering to catch his breath, as he clawed at his own throat to get some air into his lungs. He raised his head and with a raspy voice, he spat angrily at him. “You - are - mad - old - fool. I hate you - I despise you - I curse you, Captain Njord,” he gasped out his words, as he fell to the floor, sobbing and panting and spit out blood on the floor, from his split lip.
Loki kicked out at the captain one more time from his position on the floor, and he knew that it was the last straw for Njord, as he saw rage in his eyes. The next thing he felt was being lifted by the shipmates as they stared at him with terrified expressions. He kicked at them when he heard Njord’s words and saw him reach for that dreaded whip.
“Unhand me, you brutes! You cannot do this to me! I have rights! My Father will see an end to you - No! Please - don’t do this! Please, Njord! I’m sorry- Oh-” he cried out when the shipmates held his wrists tightly and tore the back of his tunic right off of him.
He struggled to be set free, but it was no use, the captain was already calling out how many lashings he would receive. 30. “No, no, no, please, Captain Njord, I am sorry. Please, don’t do this! Oh!” he cried out when the man let the whip fly, and he struggled to be free of the other shipmates hold on him.
Loki cried out and realised it was to no avail, for they were also much stronger than he ever could be. His body shook and he sobbed louder, as he bit his bottom lip and screamed in pain with each hit of the whip on his back and the back of his legs and bottom.
Loki sobbed for his Mother and Father and Thor to help him, as tears rolled down his pale, bruised cheeks and his body shook from each hit, he could feel the skin opening and blistering with searing pain. A pain he he had never experienced before, for not even Odin had ever done this to him. By the time Njord was finished with the 30 lashings, he had gone limp and was close to unconsciousness. He barely heard the captain’s words as he told his men to place him in a cell.
Loki sobbed and cried out in pain when they tossed him inside the cold, dark, dank cell, with no light and no windows, just the cold floor and possibly even rats and other vermin there. He curled his body into a small ball on the cold floor, and tried to call up some of his magic to soothe his bloody and battered body, but even that failed him.
He was just too weak and too beaten to even think straight, so he let unconsciousness claimed him. He sobbed and his body shook with pain, and a fever as he wished he were back on Asgard with his Mother and brother.
Every time Loki woke over the course of however long he was left in the dungeon, he sobbed in pain, but never once called out for his Mother, as the captain thought he would. He stayed strong, well, as strong as he could, for he did not know how long he was in that cell, it felt like days, even months to him.
He was so hungry and so broken, and his body was on fire with a fever, as he felt a rat crawling over his back, and he yelped and pushed it off him. He looked up to see its red eyes as it skittered to the corner when he blasted it with a small burst of his emerald magic, and it never bothered him again.
Loki had slept on and off during his time in the dungeon, and a horrible sickness began to grow over his body, from not having any of his wounds treated properly. The wounds were left alone to fester. He was shaking and sobbing and so hungry now, his wounds pained him, that he kept waking up and falling into unconsciousness. It was later on when he heard the sounds of the cell doors being opened, and he cried out when the bright light blinded his eyes, he placed his hands over his eyes to block it out.
He sobbed when he felt strong hands lift him up off the floor, and whimpered when his open and untreated wounds stung with more pain, as he felt himself being carried out of that horrible place. He kept his eyes closed though, and did not open them until he found himself back inside the sea captain’s chambers again. He frowned and bowed his head to the floor, feeling ashamed and cowered when he saw another older man sitting beside the captain.
Loki grunted when the lieutenant dumped him onto the floor and he cried out as he curled up into a ball again, the light burning his eyes after being locked away in the cold, dark cell for so long. He whimpered as he listened to Captain Njord speaking his condescending words to him, but he was in too much pain to sass him back, and his mind wandered from the fever he had from his sick wounds, which had festered even more with disease. He could smell his rotting flesh where the lash had beaten him, and it made him sick.
He remembered Njord tell him to just apologise and he could be treated by the ships doctor for those festering wounds. So he slowly raised his head, and through his closed up and bruised eyes, he stared off into the direction of where he had heard the sea captain’s voice speak from a few minutes prior.
“I - am - sorry - so sorry - for - all the - the - things - I - I - said and - and did - I - apolo-apolo-gise to you - my captain - and to - to your - your - your family - and to your - to your crew. Please - forgive me - for my - my horrib- for my - my terrible trans-trans-gressions….” he gasped out his words and whimpered when even speaking for that short while winded him.
Loki started to retch, but stopped himself from being sick on the captains floor, as he swallowed it down and moaned and sobbed miserably,. He curled his body into a small ball again, and sobbed as his body shook and his teeth chattered from the fever he had and his festering wounds. He hoped to the Norns that his apology was good for the sea captain, as his body just crashed onto the floor and he lay there breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath and not be ill.
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